Cersed waited in Gorthroth's cave, as far as possible from Grothroth himself, and conveying as much impatence and contempt as a green spectral cloudy figure can convey without saying anything. But he knew Gorthroth would understand exactly... That stuck-up one... thinks he's the head wight, yes... he doesn't go far enough from his cave... he doesn't hear them murmuring against us... but I know it all. This gave Cersed a pleasant cold sensation, shivering rhough what had once been his body. He knew more of what went on, of what the orcs and other wights said... but while the unwilling pact between Cersed and Gorthroth remained, they were inno danger. Each knew that if the other were overthrown, their own power may go into monopoly. Still they aren't here... Cersed kept waiting, but still thinking, taking pleasure in advance in his soon-to-be meals.
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